The merciless assault assailed her senses as it always did when she was summoned. The sounds nearby drowned out into a dull mumble as the sounds from her destination became a roar in her ears. The air before her began to distort and flicker and new surroundings began to form in the place of the old. Then came the sadness, She felt him, he who cared for her, as he cried out in his soul, make a desperate last grab to hold her to him as he always did, then he was gone, only the memory of his melancholy expression as Lyvinnia was left to sit in the darkness of the small wooden cupboard in her mothers chambers.
She didn't pray for her father to come and find her, Her mother had spent every waking hour informing Lyvinnia that he didn't want her. He wanted his other family. The only thing Lyvinnia even had of him was his name, as a bastard she wasnt allowed her mothers. She pondered sometimes why she even had these thoughts, understood what she did, When she could barely put her feet together and walk. The small girl looked down to the already mottled black legs and wondered when she would learn to walk, It certainly would make her mother less angry.
Her mothers voice came to her like nails on a chalkboard as she heard her approach, quickly the small girl curled into a ball in the darkest corner and feigned sleeping, with luck she would just go away.
